Goodneighbor Stories

The girl hid in the shadows of her dimly lit closet, shaking in fear. Her father Bellowing out curses like there was no tomorrow. A small voice attempted to sooth the be...

For all of the people who love Hancock here is a fan-fiction, "Of the people, For the people!"

This story follows the sole survivor through her journey to find her son, Shawn. Along the way she finds a romantic interest in someone she never thought she would. How...

You send a letter to an old friend, well a friend through the mail. You live alone in the wastes with only the occasional traveler to keep you company, so you tend to se...

Raiders, mercenaries, mutations. Slavery, apocalypse, murder. Every story told in a nightmare comes to life. No where is safe, no one is safe. A gun for hire may be the...

Collections of stories about characters I'm planning on modding into Fallout New Vegas & Fallout 4. As well as some stories from The Bayou (aka yet another personal proj...

Rose emerged from Vault 111 alone with two goals in mind: avenging her husband and finding her kidnapped son. She never planned to rediscover a feeling of home in the Co...

It was only a matter of time until someone did something about that synth! What do you mean? I heard that Nick Valentine was jumped, and now we don't have to worry about...

A story about a Ghoul child in the Commonwealth, going on adventures with Nick and Hancock (mostly). You're welcome to give any ideas for new chapters, but please don't...

Hancock and the Sole Survivor (Ana) meet and dance around each other for awhile, up until she comes back from the Pickman Gallery with a haunted look in her eyes.

Lost time can never be replaced and time is your worst enemy if you want something. I learnt this the hard way,well not that hard but just hard enough.

a young women is dragged into the world of her favorite game with no idea who did it. all she knows is one moment she's driving and the next her car is crashing into a l...

Life was hard. John knew that, especially in the wasteland of Post-Apocalyptic America. If the act of being born didn't kill you Raiders, The Institute, lack of food or...